By Kat Patrick
Finally, somebody has published a book that states what we’re all worried about: we’ve lost sight of dignity. I blame MTV. Undignified attitudes might even be accountable for why we’re all so bloody nice all the time. Sure, it’s fashionable debating the relevancy of criticism, but that doesn’t mean a sunshine and rainbow approach should let standards slip. Especially in the world of online literature.
Ever felt like you don’t really belong? Or like you could belong, but there’s just nowhere that will accommodate you? Worry not, there’s a British organisation ready to help you express yourself in full. But before you apply, you best check you actually fit the ‘eccentric’ mould. There’d be nothing more awkward than being denied access to a professional loony bin.
I wonder if Stephen King even knows Hollywood is planning a prequel to The Shining? Maybe he does, and just to wind them up he’s busy writing the sequel. Think, fat cat producers, think you before you buy rights. It would make sense to make another Shining film that was actually written by the author, wouldn’t it?
People just fucking love snails. Personally, I don’t find them especially comforting. Does that mean I have no taste? I just figure if I’m going to invest time in anything, it will be dog. Thinking about it, I guess writers will use literally engage with anything that helps them get on with procrastinating, or more interesting still, use anything as a muse. If it’s a snail that creeps up first, that will do.
If you don’t know who Edward Gorey, shame on you. And if you’ve fallen victim to the perils of autocorrect, no need to feel too much shame. It happens to the best of us. Oh, and the same goes for freelancing, no shame, just occasional collective poverty.